Submissions by Duncan (Duncan Alexander)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write but am wrong, am stuck but am stuck in song. Fong-kong-along-along-along.
DARK POEM
Published
10th May 2010 7:31pm
10th May 2010 7:31pm
Her Pallid Face
All this pain
In vain
When the sheathing of my soul
in the dead mans land
Lies my retreat
My peaceful haven
From the madness,
The insane pain,
And worst the memories
of what was taken from me
Her pallid face,
Her cold embrace,
The mystery of her being,
What is it I'm seeing,
Should have I gone fleeing
The tears of lifes inequality
The pain of lifes animosity,
The question of humanities physcology
In the face of all biology...
In vain
When the sheathing of my soul
in the dead mans land
Lies my retreat
My peaceful haven
From the madness,
The insane pain,
And worst the memories
of what was taken from me
Her pallid face,
Her cold embrace,
The mystery of her being,
What is it I'm seeing,
Should have I gone fleeing
The tears of lifes inequality
The pain of lifes animosity,
The question of humanities physcology
In the face of all biology...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th May 2010 9:45am
7th May 2010 9:45am
I Am An Empath
Iam an empath
In a land where emotions are king
A blackhole for emotion
Where things go to die
A niche in existance where friends are a rarity
A place, a life where happiness is a scarcity
I have a nature,
A natural...ness that oppresses me into a lifeless abyss
The people around me think I don't try to change
But the void all around me has helped to estrange
All the people who've given me a chance to change
Im a vampire, a sucker of joy and emotion
And when theres none left I get shunned no matter my devotion
To the people around...
In a land where emotions are king
A blackhole for emotion
Where things go to die
A niche in existance where friends are a rarity
A place, a life where happiness is a scarcity
I have a nature,
A natural...ness that oppresses me into a lifeless abyss
The people around me think I don't try to change
But the void all around me has helped to estrange
All the people who've given me a chance to change
Im a vampire, a sucker of joy and emotion
And when theres none left I get shunned no matter my devotion
To the people around...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th May 2010 6:11pm
6th May 2010 6:11pm
Angels
Host of fallen angels howl
Then there comes a deathly lull
These heavenly sinners
Thrown down to earth
Yearn for their denied re-birth
Yearn for all that they are worth
Then there comes a deathly lull
These heavenly sinners
Thrown down to earth
Yearn for their denied re-birth
Yearn for all that they are worth
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DARK POEM
Published
6th May 2010 5:52pm
6th May 2010 5:52pm
Pain
Life is a vat of hurt and pain
The only end of that
Is the end of lifes game
And deaths coming to reclaim
The only end of that
Is the end of lifes game
And deaths coming to reclaim
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th May 2010 7:58pm
5th May 2010 7:58pm
Lifes Unfairness
Why…is life so unfair
With the terrorist scares
People living in squalor
And under the blanket of despair.
NOW I SAY!
Why…is life so unjust
In this world there’s no trust
All you need to take life away’s
One thrust.
And that blood
That is spilt,
Lies in the mud
In the silt,
From the others,
My brothers.
And the sun
That’s so high
In the sky
Above us as we die…
If only we could fly.
Far away from this pain
And this grief,
This thief
Of the life that is ours.
We’re just food...
With the terrorist scares
People living in squalor
And under the blanket of despair.
NOW I SAY!
Why…is life so unjust
In this world there’s no trust
All you need to take life away’s
One thrust.
And that blood
That is spilt,
Lies in the mud
In the silt,
From the others,
My brothers.
And the sun
That’s so high
In the sky
Above us as we die…
If only we could fly.
Far away from this pain
And this grief,
This thief
Of the life that is ours.
We’re just food...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th May 2010 9:44am
5th May 2010 9:44am
Lifes Perilous Game
What’s the point in a purpose of life,
When all of life’s ventures seem to end in life’s strife.
What is reality
And what is a dream,
Is there morality
In what can be seen.
Do you have any choice in life’s deadly game,
Is there any way to get you fortune and fame,
Or is all that lies there sorrow and shame,
That’s the great question of life’s perilous game.
When all of life’s ventures seem to end in life’s strife.
What is reality
And what is a dream,
Is there morality
In what can be seen.
Do you have any choice in life’s deadly game,
Is there any way to get you fortune and fame,
Or is all that lies there sorrow and shame,
That’s the great question of life’s perilous game.
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Duncan (Duncan Alexander)
